Book Summaries

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

Over the ocean wave, far, far away,
There the poor heathen live, waiting for day,
Groping in ignorance dark as the night,
No blessed Bible to give them the light.

CHORUS
Pity them, pity them, Christians at home;
Haste with the bread of life, hasten and come.

Here in this happy land we have the light,
Shining from God’s own Word, free, pure, and bright :
Shall we not send to them Bibles to read,
Teachers and preachers and all that they need?

Then when the mission ships glad tidings bring,
List! as that heathen band joyfully sing;
Over the ocean wave, oh see them come !
Bringing the bread of life, guiding us home.

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

O Holy Ghost, thy people move;
Baptize their hearts with faith and love,
And consecrate their gold,
At Jesus’ feet their millions pour,
And all their ranks unite once more,
As in the days of old.
They are passing, passing fast away,
A hundred thousand souls a day
In Christ-less guilt and gloom.
O church of Christ, what wilt thou say
When in that awful judgment-day
They charge thee with their doom?

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company
Weep for the lost! Thy Savior wept
O’er ‘Salem’s hapless doom;
He wept to think their day was past,
And come their night of gloom.

Weep for the lost ! The prophets wept
O’er Israel’s gloomy fate;
When vengeance had unsheathed her sword,
Repentance came too late.

Weep for the lost! Apostles wept
That men should error choose;
That dying men should Christ reject
And endless life refuse.

Weep for the lost! The lost will weep
In that long night of woe,
On which no star of hope will rise,
And tears in vain will flow.

Weep for the lost! Lord, make us weep,
And toil with ceaseless care
To save our friends, ere yet they pass
That point of deep despair.

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

Why are the heathen dying
In dark and endless night,
When Jesus came from heaven
To give them life and light?

It is not that God their Father
Forgets their helpless lot:
He told some one to tell them,
And they, alas ! forgot.

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

They are waiting in the wild,
Sick and weary and defiled,
And the Savior’s healing word
They have never even heard;
Ever hungry and unfed,
Left without the Living Bread —
Waiting ! Waiting ! Waiting !

Oh! the long, long years are flown
Since the Master bid his own
Bear the message far and wide
Of a Savior crucified;
“Flash the light o’er vale and hill!”
Yet they sit in darkness still —
Waiting ! Waiting ! Waiting !

For the happy beam of day
That shall chase their gloom away;
For the news, so glad and blest,
That shall set their hearts at rest;
For the peace we know and prize,
And the hope beyond the skies —
Waiting ! Waiting ! Waiting !

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

I have a calling high,
A charge to me is given,
To bear to men who die
The saving word from heaven.
O world and flesh, give way ye must !
I’m with the Gospel put in trust!

Above me is my God;
I hear His urgent voice:
He speaks of Jesus’ blood
And resurrection joys.
No time have I for care or lust —
I’m with the Gospel put in trust!

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

O precious Lord, now cheer my heart,
As from my loved ones I must part;
I’ve left them all to follow thee,
To cross the deep and restless sea.

Help me forget my home so dear,
And wipe away my ev’ry tear;
For thou hast called me far away,
And thy sweet voice I did obey.

Oh, give me souls, my heart’s desire,
And grace to pass through trials of fire.
To thee, dear Lord, I’ll e’er be true,
And all thy will most gladly do.

When all my work on earth is o’er,
Then we shall meet to part no more,
And praise the Lord eternally
For blessings and for victory.

“Missionary Gems” — A collection of short poems
Compiled from various sources — Gospel Trumpet Company

I’m thinking tonight of the souls lost in sin,
Of numbers now going to hell;
The many who know not of God’s love for them,
So few the glad tidings to tell.

Then those who have slighted the dear Savior’s love,
Tonight they are lost in despair.
Soon others will follow, except they repent;
Alone they their burdens must bear.

“I’ve missed it at last!” Oh, how awful these words!
The saddest that mortal can speak;
And yet, Christian friends, there are thousands of souls
These words, in their anguish, repeat.

My brother and sister, with these facts to face,
How, then, can you dare idle be?
The harvest is great, but the laborers few;
Then say, “Here am I, Lord; send me.”

Think not of your riches, of home, and your friends,
In view of refusing to help;
O thou whom the Master designed for his work,
A burden for souls hast thou felt?

Then bid all farewell, the dear Savior obey,
An idler, no longer to be;
Grim death soon will hush the sad pleadings of those
Who daily are calling for thee.